St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-06-30
HE DIED GAME.
The CHASTITY One-Two-Three-
ive-Six-Seyen!
A Hunter Who Met and Fought
the Red Devils to the Bitter End.

the most glorious sport known to man?
And as the hunters file out of the tents
and gather around the spot where the
morning meal is waiting, it is easy to
see that they are men who can appre-
muscular men, they are noble repre-
sentatiyeS of the pioneers who watch on
the picket line of our great frontiers.
All had passed the middle age eX-
cept one, called Charley by his compan-
ions, and if the latter is not so old
as the other hunters, it is evil
dent from the marked attention shown
him that he is no tyro in the noble
sport. The men eat the simple meal
and talk of the noble sport. The danger
IS nothing to them except to give Zest to
the occasion. What matters it that the
red devils of the West are ON the war
path? What have dozen American
frOntierSmen, armed with WincheSters,
Colts revolvers and the formidable
DOWle-knife, to fear from score of In
dians? Gradually the conversation
takes lighter tone. The hardy pio-
neerS talked of the loved ones away in
the states, and if no tears course down
the bronZed cneekS the hearts beat
quicker as they picture the old home
stead. Charley is the last to speak, for
this hunting party is farewell enter
talnment to him, and tomorrow he will
leave for home, where an aged mother
and his bonnie sweetheart are awaiting
him, and his companions will wish him
Godspeed on his journey home and
through life.
WHAT A MAGNIFICENT SIGHT!
AS far as the eye can reach is one
struggling mass of buffalo. A mighty,
living cyclone. With irresistible force
the body sweeps on. The ground is
broken, and every vestige of vegetation
is swept out of existence in the broad
path over which the body moves. On
the left flank of this mass hang the
hunters, and at each crack of the Win.
chesters dumb brute goes down. In
the front rank of the pursuerS, with
eyes flashing and muscles drawn to their
utmost tension, rides Charley. His
eyes are fixed on one particular animal,
and he has singled out this mag
nificent bull for his prey. Once
twice-three times he fires, and the ami
NAL escapes. Then the brute gradually
draws Off from the herd and begins to
circle to the left. The pursuer, now
deadly in earnest, follows, while the
main herd and band of hunters continue
their course. One hour-two hours
three hours, and the race continues.
The main herd and the little band of
hunters have long since passed out of
sight; but this race for life and prey
goes. Suddenly the horse steps in
rabbit-hOle; the leg is broken, the rider
thrown and the race ended.
TRULY A DEPLORABLE ACCIDENT!
Away off to the WeSt-nOW a mere
speck on the horizon-is the animal
which the young hunter had pursued.
BY his side, with eyes fully expressing
the pain he feels, stands the noble Steed
which has carried him so well, and
which failed at last through no fault of
his own. North, south, east and west
sweeps the unbrOken plain, covered
with short grass. Yes, an accident
much to be regretted, and vet
merely an incident in hunters
llfe-an incident in which there is no
danger. The hunter examines his
wounded horse and then draws his re-
volyer; it is better to kill the faithful
servant and relieve from him pain. AS
he places the weapon to the animals
head the master turns away his face
that he may not see his work. AT the
report the noble animal falls, raises his
head and attempts to careSS the hand
which has been so cruel and yet so
SO kind, and with an almost human
Swan tllC tApIIcS.
Yet once again the hunters eyes sweep
the horizon. No human being in sight.
Well, he must wait till his companions
discover his absence and search for him;
1t is merely question of few hours,
and there is no danger. Stay! Away
off to the right is a rayine: is that all?
Above 1t the young man discovers the
gaudy head-dreSS of an Indirn. Well,
after all, it may be but one, and what
has he to fear from single redskin?
With his eye fixed on the spot the hun
ter waits. One-two-three-fo
dOzen-twenty; and then as the whole
band sweeps into view he ceases to
count. The look of disappointment on
his face has given way to anxiety, and
then a look of determination comes
over his features as he makes a rude
breaStwOrk out of the carcass of his
Steed.
ONE AGAINST FIFTY!
Truly an unequal cOnteStl The band
of red devils sweep ON until they come
within range of the deadly Winchester.
INSTRUMENTATION Indians go down
before the fire, some wounded, and the
hOStiles draw off; evidently this man
means fight. After moments consul
tatiOn the band sweeps in circle
around the defender, hanging over their
ponies for protection, keeping up a con-
slant fire. 1t is an old Indian trick, and
the hunter is too well versed in Indian
tactics to waste his ammunition. Five
time only he fires, and two Indians are
killed and three manned for life. Other
tactics must be resOrted to.
The young hunter had been hit by two
balls, and uses the time spent by the In
dianS in consultation in stopping the
flow of blood and filling the magazine
of his rife. He clincheS his white teeth,
and waits for the final charge. Then
the Resulting party divides into two
columns, and while one assaults in
front the other circles to the rear. Two
more Indians go down, and then the
party in the rear opens fire. A dozen
bullets strike the hero, but single pis-
the contest to be hopeless and his
wounds mortal, young Charlie had taken
his own life.
The next day the hunters return. Old
Ben views the scene of the combat, and
his features are stern and fixed. The
rough men dig grave and bury their
cOmrade, and the broken rife and other
arms are laid by the ride of the hero.
Around the grave the hunters kneel, and
a solemn VOW of a war of determination
and vengeance is made.
But he died camel"
Away Off in the Eastern home the
mother and sweetheart wait for MANY
days, with eyes ever turned longing to
the West. One morning the papers
chronicled:
Wichita, Kan, June 20.-Information is
received here that Charley johnson, of New
York, one of the party of hunters who left
here week ago, was killed last week by the
Indians. No further particulars have been
received.
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